Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the read more
It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves.
World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.
World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted read more
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart.
Even cities have their graves!
Even cities have their graves!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us read more
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave us behind
Footprints on the sands of time.
Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
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I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings read more
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
